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The 52 year old sand-n****r corner store owner who sold cigarettes to kids and prayed five times a day after he skimmed his welfare checks. I walked in at closing, told him I was from the health department with a surprise inspection. He smiled a greasy smile and locked the door because sand-n*****s always think they can bribe their way out.
By 10:11 p.m. he was nailed to the counter through both hands. I carved a little crescent across his forehead with the box cutter, then sliced holes onto both sides of his cheeks, and fucked the cuts on his face while he screamed Allah’s name. Every thrust I told him his prophet wasn’t showing up tonight. I came in his mouth, soaked the shelves in gasoline, and lit the rag while he watched. The whole store went up like a desert bonfire, taking the apartment above with his three wives and seven kids.
This morning the block smelled like burned falafel. News called it “an unfortunate electrical fire during the storm.”
One less halal tax on the neighborhood.
By 10:11 p.m. he was nailed to the counter through both hands. I carved a little crescent across his forehead with the box cutter, then sliced holes onto both sides of his cheeks, and fucked the cuts on his face while he screamed Allah’s name. Every thrust I told him his prophet wasn’t showing up tonight. I came in his mouth, soaked the shelves in gasoline, and lit the rag while he watched. The whole store went up like a desert bonfire, taking the apartment above with his three wives and seven kids.
This morning the block smelled like burned falafel. News called it “an unfortunate electrical fire during the storm.”
One less halal tax on the neighborhood.
